Breakfast Club

The following morning felt like a continuation of the previous night. We surprisingly woke up quite early, despite being awake until around 3 or 4 AM. Perhaps it was the thrill of the night or the unfamiliar surroundings that kept us buzzing. Still riding the wave of excitement, we lay in bed, softly caressing one another. We reminisced about how incredible the night had been, both of us somewhat dazed by the experience. It was hard to grasp what had just happened, and we were astonished by how smoothly everything unfolded. The fun we had exceeded all our expectations.

My memory of the following hours isn’t as vivid as I would prefer. I’ve always wanted Keeley to enjoy herself independently and then return to share every detail with me. The idea of her having the freedom to explore her sexuality is significant for me. I’m fairly certain we’ve touched on this subject in our numerous discussions, but the specifics escape me. What stands out is Keeley agreeing to visit Phil’s room by herself, free to do as she wished. The excitement I felt was overwhelming, and I craved it deeply. I distinctly remember her getting dressed and preparing to leave our room when an unfamiliar feeling crept in, prompting me to ask her not to take too long. Even now, I can’t pinpoint why I said that; perhaps it was a hint of jealousy, though I typically don’t consider myself the jealous type… who knows.

Reclining on the bed, I found myself lost in thoughts about Keeley and Phil. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions, oscillating between excitement and anxiety. Was she safe? Was she enjoying herself? This sensation was entirely new to me, yet I found it exhilarating! I realize this might sound odd to someone outside our lifestyle, and I completely get that. After all, Thad essentially encouraged my wife to explore intimacy with another man on her own.

Keeley wasn’t gone for very long, though I couldn’t say exactly how long it was. When she returned to the room, I remarked, “That was quick,” to which she responded, “Well, you told me not to take too long” (| immediately regretted saying that, haha). Keeley mentioned that since it was our first time doing something solo, she wanted to make sure I was okay and didn’t want to be away for too long. It’s these small gestures that I truly appreciate: she was out enjoying herself, fully in the moment, yet she still considered my feelings. To me, that’s incredible, and if Keeley didn’t have this mindset, I doubt we would be living this lifestyle together.

She mentioned that she was still feeling sore from the previous night, but she also expressed that she had an amazing time and enjoyed herself thoroughly. She found it particularly thrilling that I had sent her to his room, and as she approached his door, the thought of me waiting in the other room made her feel incredibly excited.

We fucked, grabbed a McDonalds an drove home. ©